Some Sonnets

In the Rain

Only a fool would vent his feelings

Letting others drown in his dismay

And leave them bleeding.

A wise man would pray.

But I am no wise man,

You made that painfully clear.

I wonder where this has began

Because you are so dear.

Little do you know, this pains me too.

I cry about you when I'm alone,

My sadness only starting to brew,

Maybe one day when we're grown...

Through my tears, I beg to die,

For a bolt to strike me down from the sky.